The Shell That Ate Secrets
The fog in Manchester did not roll in—it descended, thick and yellow, like a weight laid upon the city. It swallowed the chimneys, the factories, the red-brick terraced houses of the wealthy and the collapsed hovels of the workers with equal indifference. And in a house that had once been magnificent, at the bottom of stone steps that had not been walked in years, a light glowed that the fog...
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